When someone told me I had already dropped my Baltimore story it made me think about what it is I am trying to convey by telling my life experiences on this website. From founding the Decepticons to being a five and dime drug dealer these stories aren’t meant to regale the reader with the notion that I was a gangster.
In truth, these stories are meant to show how far I have come in my understanding of what brotherhood and manhood actually requires. I don’t want to be anyone’s hero either. I don’t deserve those accolades. I just want to pay back a debt I owe to the people who helped shape me, protect me, inform me and ultimately save me.
Without Megatron, the rabbi or my father this website wouldn’t even exist. My whole online profile would be nil. Looking outside of my window I can say that none of this shit is about me. It begins and ends with Mr. Penn who married my mom when I was five years old. He knew a lot about sacrificing himself to reach his goals.
Today, on Mr. Penn’s birthday I am going to re-pledge myself to telling my story properly. With the right focus and the right aim. I’m sure that someone will know someone who can benefit from the knowledge that all is not lost when they have heart and believe. The book is gonna be called ‘The Transformation’.
‘The Transformation’ will start in my teenage years when I separated myself from my giving tree. I’ll tell you all about my failures in Baltimore, Atlanta and Miami and how I took these losses and converted them into lessons. I learned to love my life for the rainy days because they allow me to fully appreciate the sunshine. And everybody loves the sunshine.
I won’t have to tell some of y’all to stay tuned since y’all have been on this page since it went live in August 2005. Back then my homey Paris told me to write the book. He was right and now I will be write. Even when I was young my swag was grown man and that’s because Megatron, the rabbi and my dad kept their eyes on me. If they could see me now they would be happy their efforts weren’t in vain.
Let’s go internets.
